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[ Oh sweet Maker, he cannot believe that he's doing this. ]

...Bull. I have a-- ah... favour to ask of you.

[ But, it is something that must be done. ]

[ Could be worse. He could be asking Varric. ]

Yeah? Go for it.

Ah--

[ This really seemed like a good idea at the time. Now? He's not quite so sure. ]

--I could be mistaken, but given your-- ah-- reputation with everyone from Chantry Sisters to the tavern staff in Skyhold, you have some experience in... intimacy. Of the-- casual sort.

[ He is a grown man and assuredly not a virgin. This should not be so difficult. ]

--Before I say anything else, please tell me that you're alone and no one is listening in?

[ Private issues should remain private, particularly in this case. ]

[ It takes him a moment to reply, mostly because he's schooling his voice into not sounding incredibly amused. Instead he makes sure he sounds patient, kind, understanding; he is, but there is admittedly something sort of hilarious about the Commander of the Inquisition trying to tiptoe around the fact that Bull is experienced. ]

You're not mistaken. And- well, the dragonling is listening, but she doesn't know how to talk.

[ Maybe he shouldn't let her listen? He doesn't know. ]

I can go in the other room, though.

The dragonling is--

[ Cullen still cannot quite wrap his head around the sheer absurdity of the fact that Bull agreed to all of this for a dragon. But then again, he was more comfortable with everything about this place, and had a confidence that Cullen sadly lacked.

Which was the reason for this in the first place. ]

--No, that's fine. As I was saying-- [ Back to the matter at hand now. He takes a deep breath. ]

--I trust and respect you, both as a member of the Inquisition, and as a fr-- fellow warrior. As such, this is why I am asking you for your assistance in a-- personal matter.

[ He swallows again. ]

It has been... some time since I've been intimate with anyone.

[ Not just for a dragon. Also to check the place out, make sure it's on the up-and-up.

But yeah, also for the dragon. ]

I'm happy to assist.

[ Not just because it'll be nice for him, too, but because Cullen's right. They are friends, and Cullen needs to be comfortable for this. He needs to know it's fine, that he's allowed to touch and be touched and want. He needs to learn how to be comfortable with it.

And Bull... well, he's a damn good teacher, if he says so himself. ]

This might be better to talk about in person. I know it's uncomfortable for you to say this much, but you can trust me with this.

[ He breathes a sigh of relief, though it might only be momentary. At the very least, he wasn't greeted with a laugh. ]

--Thank you.

[ He swallows again. ]

Ah-- What time works best for you?

You're welcome.

[ And he means it. ]

I'm free all day. I can come to you, if you want.

[ Less chance of being interrupted by dragon or Krem. ]

I-- suppose that works.

[ Not that he's really done all that much with his place.

Still, he tries desperately not to let his nerves get the better of him. ]

[ His couch is partially eaten, Cullen. ]

Send me your address. You eaten anything? Thirsty? I can pick something up.

All we have to do is talk, to start with. You'll be fine.

[ That might just be what you get for keeping a dragon as a pet, Bull. Still, one day, he'd like to see that. ]

I... wouldn't mind some ale.

[ He sounds perhaps a litle more at ease as he gives Bull his address, wondering if maybe all of the Inquisition ought to pool their money and buy a proper place. ]

There are worse fates, I suppose.

[ Look, she's a good home security system. Also she's cute. ]

I'll pick something up.

[ He's going to come in with a 24-pack and let Cullen keep the whole thing. ]

Exactly.

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